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Hadoway says. She wishes muckle he could be gotten to take a walk; she thinks he's but looking very puirly, and his appetite's clean gane; but he'll no hear o' ganging ower the door-stane him that used to walk sae muckle too." "That's wrong I have a guess what he's busy about; but he must not work too hard neither. I'll go and see him this very day he's deep, doubtless, in the Caledoniad."
"Thought over that bill of fare, Zuby?" he shouted, after a time. More thumps and threats; tears as well. Daniel began to feel pity instead of triumph. "Hadn't you better, Labe," he began. Mr. Ginn waved him to silence. "How about supper, Zuby?" he called. "Oh, all right, all right. I don't know as I'm as hungry as I was, anyway. Appetite's kind of passin' off, I cal'late.
"But contrariwise," Billy resumed, "it must be stronger than I reckoned, for here I be safe, as you may say, and here I should be grateful; whereas I bain't, and, what's more, my appetite's failin'. Be you goin' to give me something for it?" he asked, as Mr.
They are as necessary to the artist as the practice of military movements and steps to a man who is to go into battle. I know. It is just that that has saved me from death." But Christophe used to laugh and say: "That's all right for you, my boy I There's no danger of my losing my taste for life. My appetite's too good." Olivier would shrug his shoulders: "Too much ends in too little.
In fact, the latter were almost worn out, so often had he read the articles, and shown them to every person who came to the house. "Yes," he continued, "Eben's appetite's all right, an' I expect it'll be hard to keep him filled, when we git back on the boat." "I don't want to go back on the boat," Eben replied. "I'm sick of it." "Ye'll have to git over yer sickness, then," the captain reminded.
H.... was, he undoubtedly made her amends: though, I dare answer, that he kept up no further commerce with her of that sort; as his stooping to such a coarse morsel, was only a sudden sally of lust, on seeing a wholesome looking, buxom country wench, and no more strange than hunger, or even a whimsical appetite's making a fling meal of neck-beef, for change of diet.
Aunt Barbree applied this treatment for a time, but dropped it in the end. The boy was growing too tall for it. The visit to the doctor, however, worked like a miracle in one way. "Auntie," said the penitent one day, "I'm feeling a different boy altogether, this last week or two." "I reckoned you would," said Aunt Barbree. "My appetite's improving. Have you noticed my appetite?"
Mainwaring laid down his knife and fork with a laughing color, touched equally by Bradley's fraternal kindliness and the consciousness of his gastronomical powers. "Hang it, Bradley; look here! I know my appetite's disgraceful, but what can a fellow do? In such air, with such viands and such company! It's like the bees getting drunk on Hybla and Hymettus, you know. I'm not responsible!"
Every thing tastes so good, Wealthy." "That's right," replied Wealthy, who was a little upset, and tearful still. "A good appetite's a good thing, next best to a good conscience, I think." Eyebright's spirits were mounting as rapidly as quicksilver.
"My pore dears!" said Brownie, hastily supplying him with the largest scone in sight. "Now, Master Wally, my love, ain't you ready for another? Your appetite's not 'alf wot it used to be. A pikelet, now?" "I believe I've had six!" said Wally, defending himself. "An' wot used six pikelets to be to you? A mere fly in the ointment," said Brownie, whose similes were always apt to be peculiar.
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